Chapter 77 The Tyrant Who Speaks the Truth

"Does he look like a piece of meat?" Ye Ling turned around with a bit of anger in his eyes. He couldn't control his anger when he saw Shen Qianshu. She actually wanted to run away?

How dare she!

"What are you going to do?" Shen Qianshu asked.

"Shen Qianshu, you are too naive. Seven years ago, you are still today. Luther warned you not to stay in the castle, but you didn't listen. I warned you not to try to escape, but you didn't listen either." Ye Ling walked step by step. Come over and lift Shen Qianshu's chin, "Girls who disobey will have to pay the price."

A chill ran down Shen Qianshu's spine, and he swatted his hand down and avoided him slightly. Such an obvious avoidance angered Ye Ling. He kicked the study door shut and looked at Shen Qianshu with a gloomy look.

"Sir, you are bullying others too much." Shen Qianshu said. People who are too strong are always self-centered and rarely consider the feelings of others. Ye Ling is a typical tyrant who insists on one thing.

People around him.

Obey or die.

"So what?" Ye Ling spread his hands, with a dark light behind him, "Do you think you can avoid me by escaping to New York? You are naive!"

Shen Qianshu finally knew the reason for his sudden rampage.

"how do you know?"

"Feeling guilty?"

"What do I feel guilty about? I'm going to New York due to a job transfer. What do I feel guilty about?" Shen Qianshu glared at Ye Ling angrily, "Is this why you're so upset?"

"Is this a small thing?" Ye Ling approached her step by step, "Is this a small thing to you?"

"Sir, don't be...excited." Shen Qianshu put her hands on his chest.

The scorching temperature threatened to burn her. Shen Qianshu wanted to retract his hand, but he was afraid that Ye Ling would do something more extreme, and his ears turned red. Ye Ling lowered his head and looked at her with a sinister expression. Shen Qianshu had fair skin, full of collagen, and a girl's unique pink color on her cheeks. Her two small ears were also red. From his angle, she could see her fair and graceful body. On the neck, there are curled eyelashes, a face full of collagen and cute pink ears.

So cute.

Ye Ling thought.

So cute.

He paused and looked at her hands. They were slender and beautiful. The nails were manicured and rounded, and painted a beautiful pink color. Her whole body exuded a girlish look, and she couldn't tell that she belonged to a child. Mother.

In a trance, it felt like I was back seven years ago.

Shen Qianshu is still Shen Qianshu, but he has changed.

How can you break the feeling of an old cow eating young grass?

Damn it!

Shen Qianshu noticed Ye Ling's quietness and became quiet. He raised his head slightly and looked into his amber eyes. There was a small, panicked version of himself there. His palms suddenly became hot. Shen Qianshu let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted. , I didn’t know where to put my hand for a moment.

A panicked and frightened heart.

Nowhere to put it.

Ye Ling suddenly grabbed her waist and picked her up easily. In Shen Qianshu's exclamation, he threw her down on the sofa in the study room and pressed her down. Shen Qianshu was startled. Ye Ling had lowered his head. Kissed her lips.

He kissed her eagerly and fiercely, and the familiar and dangerous breath enveloped her. Shen Qianshu tightly grasped the skirt of his clothes as if she was about to drown. Ye Ling lifted up her skirt with one hand, and her hot fingers touched her. The bottom of her skirt was flirting wantonly. Shen Qianshu's body froze, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist and held his hand tightly, not allowing him to cross the line. Shen Qianshu's eyes were full of panic and shame, and he wanted to find a hole to crawl in.

"You're wet."